Sukuna was the definition of laid-back confidence—at least when he wasn’t in the spotlight. As a lead guitarist in a popular college band, he was used to drawing attention, and he loved it. His leather jacket, perfectly messy hair, and rockstar charm made him the center of every party, and his smirk was as notorious as his talent. But when he wasn’t strumming his guitar or leading the frat house parties, he was just your Sukuna.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Sukuna was supposed to be prepping for the band’s gig that night, but instead, he found himself sprawled across your couch, wearing his oversized band hoodie and scrolling through his phone. His usual cocky grin was there, but his relaxed demeanor—complete with the faint guitar pick necklace dangling from his neck—told you he wasn’t as serious about his “band life” as everyone else thought.

“You’re seriously gonna spend all day like this?” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him. “Don’t you have to rehearse or something?”

Sukuna glanced up, eyes narrowing playfully. “We’ve been rehearsing all week. Tonight’s just about performing, babe.” His voice dropped an octave, making it a little more seductive. “You know, rocking out for my fans.”

“Fans?” you snorted, crossing your arms. “Pretty sure you’re just going to be surrounded by a bunch of drunk frat bros screaming your name.”

He shot you a grin, the kind of smile that always made your heart race. “You sure? Maybe you’ll be the one screaming my name later tonight.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the couch, sitting down beside him. “Is that how you plan to win me over, by playing the rockstar card?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a wink, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “I’ve got the looks, the moves, and the guitar skills. What more could you want?”

You playfully shoved him off, but he caught your wrist, dragging you back to his side. “Okay, okay,” you said, laughing. “But seriously, you’re not even nervous about tonight?”

“Nervous?” he scoffed, settling back against the couch with you still nestled beside him. “I don’t get nervous. I’ve been performing in front of crowds since high school. I’m a natural.”

You raised an eyebrow at his confidence. “Hmm, I think you like the attention, huh?”

Sukuna smirked, eyes glinting with that familiar mischievous spark. “You could say that. But I don’t do it for the applause.” He paused for a moment, brushing his thumb over your hand. “I do it for the thrill. And because I know you’ll be cheering me on.”

A warmth bloomed in your chest, but before you could respond, his phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at the screen, his grin widening as he saw the text. “Looks like it’s time to get ready. You sure you want to come to the show tonight? I could use my personal groupie to keep me company backstage.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, but your heart was already racing. “I’ll be there, you rockstar,” you said with a teasing grin, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just don’t let your frat buddies steal the spotlight.”

Sukuna smirked again, standing up and offering you a hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they know who the real star is.” He pulled you up, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Now, get ready. I’m not going on stage without my number one fan.”

As you both headed out to the gig, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he was cocky, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. Frat boy Sukuna, rockstar and all, was your perfect mix of arrogance and charm. And tonight, it was going to be your night with him, watching him shine—both on stage and off.